german boy - Pt. 2

continued.............

Picking up where I left off in Part 1 - about 15 minutes after the cell call, there was a knock at my front door. The german boy was standing outside in a pair of jeans and a grey hoodie. He was exactly as he described in his post - 6'1" 195 lbs with blond hair. He was in his late twenties at the most. I invited him in and was met with a big smile and a flash of his blue eyes.

german boy: "I am sorry about Sunday night. Things got hectic after we were chatting and I could not make it over here." There was no shyness. There was plenty of eye contact. His English was perfect with a clear melodic German accent.

me: "No problem. You can make it up to me."

german boy: "I am anxious to give it my best efforts. You have no diseases and are hiv-, right?"

me: "Yes. Last tested negative on January 8, 2009 and six months before that."

german boy: "OK. Good."

me: "Follow me!" I decided not to waste any time. I didn't even look over my shoulder to see if he was following. I knew he would be.

I led german boy to a room at the back of my house. As we entered the room, I turned off the ceiling light so that the only light in the room came from the back light behind my sound system. When I got to my comfortable chair, I turned around and faced him looking at me from the center of the room. Without saying a word, I began unbuckling my belt. This was the only encouragement that german boy needed to totally disrobe. I lost my jeans and reclined in the chair stroking my cock and watching this submissive boy loose his clothes. He was tall and well-formed with a smooth torso, powerful legs and a tight round ass. A very respectable package hung between his legs in a neatly trimmed blonde nest. I was hard by the time he was nude. He needed absolutely no prompting to crawl down between my legs and start to nuzzle and lick my balls.

german boy: "Man.... you have the biggest set of balls!"

me: "Take your time and get to know them...."

He tentatively began to lick, nuzzle and actually kissed my balls. Intermittently, he would stop and sniff them. I also felt his hands tentatively feeling my thighs. Soon. I felt him begin to work his way up the shaft of my cock with his tongue. Then in an instant, his tongue wrapped around the head of my cock and he engulfed me with his warm soft mouth. I was instantly in paradise.

IMHO there are two types of cocksucker. One sees sucking cock and giving pleasure to a man's cock as a submissive act and is excited by the submission and degradation of the act. This type of cocksucker sucks to degrade and humiliate himself and that is his reward. The second type, and in my opinion the superior one, just simply naturally loves cock. This type of cocksucker sucks for the oral and physical sensation of the act and his reward is the time spent enjoying the cock. The pleasure this type of cocksucker gives is a direct result of the cocksucker's love of the act of sucking and enjoying the cock. The second type, a true cocklover, is rare. With the german boy, it was immediately apparent that I had found a cocklover. He made love to my cock and the experience was mind-blowing.

I literally lost track of time in the zone. I didn't realize it till later, but the german boy sucked my cock for more than 45 minutes. He moved all over my crotch and enjoyed every inch. At one point, he rubbed my entire cock all over his face in this slow motion display of ecstasy. He responded to my every demand and encouragement. Finally, the ache in my balls and the hardness of my cock told me that it was coming to an end. Out of gratitude, I warned him that I was close. I remembered his reluctance to swallow.

german boy: "I want it."

I moved my hand to the back of his head and gave it to him. Immediately, I knew that it was a massive load. There were more than 6 large spurts followed my many smaller ones. The initial spurts were intense enough that I felt the cum exiting at the end of my cock head into his mouth. I had an intense orgasm and could sense his surprise as his body stiffened and he instinctively tried to move his head away. He gulped. Then he gulped again. Then his half choked and coughed, but he took it like a champ. I held him firmly on the end of my cock with my hand on his head. As I came to my senses, I looked down at him an said, "Don't waste any!" I watched him swallow my load and collect himself. The expression on his face said it all, he had gotten far more than he expected.

german boy: "Man.... you came a gallon. Do you always come so much?"

me: "I guess you will find out next time you suck my cock."

german boy has been back for a repeat at least once a week since that first time.

New York

I had a very disappointing trip to New York - both professionally and personally.

Professionally, my company wasn't able to secure funding that was desperately needed for operations and to complete several on-going projects. Another redundant story of how shitty the economy is getting. My company laid off 40 people in February. March is a question mark???? I spent 12 to 14 hours each day I was in New York in meetings trying to work out details to get the funding we needed. In the end, last Saturday night everything fell apart. I am in Wilmington, NC this week working on something with another financial institution.

Personally, I really regret not being able to connect with a really hot boy I have been corresponding with. I wanted to meet up with him, but it never happened. A big apology to that boy….. He knows who his is..... I hope:)

I will complete my post on the german boy, when I get home.

Wish me luck. I need it.

german boy - Pt. 1

I was kinda bored and horny on Sunday evening. cherryboi was working on some group Law School project most of Sunday. I randomly text messaged D that "i am horny", but didn't get any response back. I finally ended up on Craigslist.

I came across this post:

Submissive boy for older

I am a very submissive good looking guy who would like to try getting together with an oral top, especially older. I would love to service you orally any way you want. I am 6'1" 195 lbs, blonde hair blue eyes. Shoot me an email if you are interested.

I was intrigued and bored, so I shot him an e-mail.

he responded: "I really would like to become someone's regular cocksucker. I don't swallow, but I love getting my face blasted. What is your HIV status? I am negative.

me: "totally disease-free and hiv-. swallowing is not a requirement. important thing is that you really like to suck cock. looking to get off."

he responded: "I love getting naked, getting on my knees, and sucking cock.

me: "hot! available now? come on over."

he responded: "I've just given head a few times and have discovered that I like it alot. I don't want to be meeting random people and I have a need to be discrete, so I would really like to find someone who will tell me to suck his dick on a regular basis. Have you ever had a personal cocksucker?

At this point, I relaxed a little because my bs detector was beginning to go off.

me: "i have some experience with guys sucking my cock. a regular guy would be very hot! i can host you very discreetly here. come on over?"

he responded: "I am in NW DC on the Red Line. Are you on the Metro?

me: "i am in close walking distance to the New York Avenue Station. my cell is - XXX-XXX-XXXX. Give me a call from the Station when you get there."

Not that I was too surprised, but I heard nothing more from him that night. I figured it was just another Craigslist Bullshitter.

About an hour later, I got a return text from D, "What do you want, Sir?". Three text messages and about 15 minutes later and D was on his knees between my legs eagerly milking my cock. It was fantastic!!! Made even hotter by the fact that he was eager to come and do exactly what he was told. A true fag! After I finished down his throat and made him lick my cock and balls clean, I told him to "get the fuck out of here" without even looking at him. He dressed and was gone. Over the next 30 minutes, I received six different text messages from D.

D: "Thank you! I am in awe of you."

D: "I worship you, Sir!"

D: "Your contempt for me grows; while my lust, attraction and devotion to you grows ever more intense."

D: "It seems that my dreams are coming true."

D: "This fag will make itself available to you, SIR, when it is told."

D: "I am humbly, your fag."

I did not respond to D.

Fast forward to last night (Tuesday), shortly after dinner I am relaxing with a glass of wine and my cell rang. I answered and it was the submissive boy from Craigslist on Sunday night - german boy I'll call him because he has a melodic German accent. I was completely surprised to hear from him. I had given him my cell number, but I had written him off on Sunday. In very good but accented English, he announced that he just happened to be at the New York Avenue Station and was still very serious about wanting to suck my cock. WTF, I gave him the address and waited to see what chance would deliver.

To Be Continued.......

Headed to NYC on Thursday

I am headed to New York City for business this Thurday and Friday for work. I am staying in Midtown Manhattan not far from Penn Station. I should have alot of free time to see the City and enjoy myself. I am planning to stay over in the City on Saturday and possibly Sunday.



If anyone would like to show me a good time or the sights, let me know.

I can't believe he fucks you up the ass......

I have been really busy working and traveling for work. cherryboi is still in my life for those of you who have asked. It has been good between us lately.

I took him to a party two weekends ago and a younger guy at the party cruised and flirted with him all night. At one point, we had mingled back together and were sitting on a step next to each other and this guy approached and asked cherryboi, "Are you cheating on me?". It was a cute move in a way and the guy was aggressively serious about landing my guy. cherryboi was visibly flustered and immediately stammered that he was my boyfriend, which was equally as cute. The guy made his exit and I leaned in and said to cherryboi that I was ok with it if he wanted to go for it. To my surprise, that lead to a gigantic argument later that night on our way home. I was informed that cherryboi feels like sometimes I try to pimp him out and it is not appreciated or flattering. I was further advised that he doesn't "want anyone else". He added, for clarification, that I was the only guy he was "interested in having fuck me". I will admit here that I have been somewhat fixated on cherryboi with other guys lately. I think I worry about it to a point and I think that I may feel that if I give permission, it will be alright when and if it happens.

Last weekend, we entertained cherryboi's Brother. cherryboi apparently came out to him over the Holidays. I had no idea about all of this drama until he told me his Brother was coming to DC. cherryboi is the youngest of three. There are two other brothers - Brother1 - 30, Brother2 - 28 and cherryboi - 26. It apparently is all too much like Leave It To Beaver, except that Beaver in this version is gay. Brother1 was shocked, stunned, in denial and then came around to acceptance, or so he said.

cherryboi tells me the Thursday night before Brother1 arrives that he is coming to DC and asks if Brother1 can bunk at my place. Then proceeds to tell me the whole story about coming out to Brother1 over the Holidays and how he was cool with it and was coming to Baltimore for work and stopping over in DC. Long story short, Brother1 apent that Friday night and Saturday night at my place. I virtually didn't see Bother1 on Friday or Saturday. cherryboi and he spent a lot of both day together out and about. Saturday evening, the three of us had a nice leisurely dinner and a few bottles of wine at my place and Brother1 and I kind of took each others measure.

Unfortunately, it isn't clear to me that Brother1 is totally accepting. He was completely cool with me nothing but polite and an excellent guest. The visit was uneventful and there were no scenes, but still I never felt totally comfortable with Brother1. I will say that he is every bite as hot as cherryboi. He is very obviously cherryboi's older brother. He has the same features and hair. Being with the two of them, I can tell that they are close. It just confirms everything that I have been told. They have a really close family and there is a lot of love there. I think that being accepted by his family is of paramount importance to cherryboi. As with many people, the fear of not being accepted is keeping him from being totally out. I think it will destroy cherryboi, if his family doesn't accept him.

One thing led to another and Sunday morning, I was driving Brother1 to BWI Airport to catch his flight. cherryboi had to report to work on the Hill. I reluctantly agreed to go solo. It was as uncomfortable as I had feared it would be. No real unpleasantness, but it was uncomfortable. We had occasional chit chat punctuated by long silences. Fortunately, BWI is only about 30 minutes north of my place. As I guided the car up the departures ramp, Brother1 began the most angry monologue.

Brother1: "I was blown away when cherryboi told me he was gay."

Brother1: "Brother2 and I think it is some kind of stage he is going through. At least we hope it is, because it will kill our Mother if she finds out."

Brother1: "Brother2 and I just don't get it. It's not like he ever had trouble getting girls. He always had girls falling all over him. He had girlfriends in high school and college."

Brother1: "We think he came to a new city and is experimenting."

Brother1: "I don't want to offend you. You are a nice guy and you and cherryboi seem to get along and all, but he isn't really gay."

Brother1: "He could practically have any girl he wanted. I can't beleive he fucks you up the ass. No offense"

By this point, the car was stopped at the terminal and I was spinning between anger and amazement. I wasn't sure what to say or how to react, but all of a sudden I just began to speak.

Me: "I am not going to share this conversation with cherryboi, because I think it would upset him. His family is very important to him and you must know that the love and acceptance of his family is very important to him too. I will tell him that Brother2 knows that he is gay, because I am sure that he is under the impression that he confided in you and that it was a confidence."

Me: "By the way, it isn't any of your business but I want to clarify something. Just so you know, I fuck cherryboi up the ass and from what I can tell he loves it and I love him."

Me: "Brother1, it was a pleasure meeting you. Have a great flight. I hope you will come back for another visit soon."

Then I left him watching from the curb as I drove off.

PLEASE COME FUCK ME!!! Update

I got a shit load of e-mails and comments indicating I should be the Top. WTF? I am the Top and I don't need to breed every tight ass in DC to prove it.

Thursday afternoon, I sent a text to D - "Planning to stop by to fuck you after 6:00PM. Confirm!"

D replied, "Yes SIR!!!".

D lives a few stops north of me on the Metro Red Line, so I went straight there after work. As I got off the train and headed toward his place, I sent another text to D - "On my way. Down the block."

D replied, "Waiting, SIR." along with his code to enter his building.

I let myself in the front door of the building. When I got to D's door it was ajar. I entered and placed my stuff in the closet off the foyer and took off my shoes. I looked around and D was no where to be found. I made may way to his bedroom and found him spread across his bed with the mounds of his firm bubble butt waiting for me.



I slowly disrobed and laid my clothes neatly on a nearby chair. I didn't say a word to him. I crawled up beside him on the bed and smacked his ass with my open hand telling him to, "Get over here and suck my cock." He moved over to face my crotch and began to lick and nibble at my balls. As my cock grew and hardened against his face, he would gently stroke it and look up at me to see if I was watching him. Soon he had moved from my balls to the underside of my shaft and he licked his way slowly up my cock until his lips reached my cockhead. When he got there, my cockhead was wet with precum. He was soon eagerly devouring my whole cock. Bobbing up and down on it and I could feel his tongue on my ball sack on the down strokes. As he sucked my cock, he felt my stomach with one of his hands. The head was very good, but I came to fuck him and I did.

I announced that, "I am ready to fuck you. I want you to wrap my cock." He reached over to a table beside the bed for a condom and lube. I took the lube from him and watched him wrap my rock hard cock. I tossed the lube to the side of the bed and flipped D onto his stomach. He wanted to get fucked and I had every intention of accommodating him. I treated his ass like I owned it. I put a hand firmly on the cneter of his shoulder blades and pushed his head and face down against the bed. With my other hand, I moved one of his legs out to his side to allow me to position myself above his ass. I penetrated him completely in two rough thrusts. The first thrust was too fast for D to respond, but as I made the second thrust his body convulsed under me and he instinctively moved to get away from my invasion of his ass. I know it was uncomfortable, because he was just as tight as the first time I fucked him. He struggled to adjusted and panted against my thrusts. The room was filled with the sounds of a boy being fucked agressively. My grunts mixed with his grunts and panting, as I proceeded to throw him one mean fuck. I am not sure how long I drilled him before I began to feel a load building in my groin. Since this was about me, I made no attempt to hold back. I let loose with a massive orgasm with multiple spurts that I could feel escaping the tip of my cock. Then I collasped on to D's back and stayed in that position until I recovered from the instensity of the fuck and my orgasm.

I rolled over and pulled D to me and enjoyed the after-sex. We kissed some and cuddled some. Later, I got up and made my way to the shower as D fixed us a snack to eat and opened some wine. We enjoyed that and then adjourned back to his bed to fuck again.

The second time was more leisurely. I had the fag ride me, while we kissed and groped at each other. I think he rode my cock for 20 minutes, before I pumped a second load off inside him.

There is no doubt that I plan to keep him. I have already heard from D again. He wants me to come back and fuck him whenever I care to. He signed himself as, "humbly, your fag".

PLEASE COME FUCK ME!!!

I haven't seen or tried to have contact D since we hooked-up. I was out of town a few days this week, but received the following e-mails:

D e-mail #1: I am so horny. I really wanna get fucked by you again!

D e-mail #2: You have no idea how badly my ass is aching to have your cock in it again!!!

D e-mail #3: I really need to get fucked!!!! PLEASE COME FUCK ME!!!

I guess it is ridiculous to even ask, but what do you all think I should do?

History Made ... A Yellow Ticket

The Inauguration was a special and inspirational event! I have been pondering since what and how to Blog about it.

I am not very political. DC is a political town and I am not a pro. I quickly learned in DC that politics is a pro sport. I figure that everyone has their own take on politics and their own set of beliefs that are usually strongly held. I was never a Bush supporter. Frankly, I thought he was an idiot before he ran for President and I am still amazed that he managed to convince enough people in this Country to vote for him that he was able to get elected, not just once but twice. as President of the United States.

Having said that, I can't say I am in luv with President Obama either. I didn't get starry-eyed over his oratory and I haven't seen much change yet. I think it is fabulous that a minority has been elected President. I think it says alot about the man and this Country. I just hope he does something positive. I hope that there is really change and that it wasn't all politics. I did enjoy watching history being made, when President Obama took the oath for his office on January 20, 2009. Thanks to cherryboi, we were really up close and had a great line of sight with Yellow Tickets. I attended as cherryboi's guest. This was the first time that we have gone to an event together on his territory. He is a Congressional Staffer and there were plenty of people that knew him in the Yellow section that day. It felt good!

All went well. cherryboi was relaxed and up the whole afternoon. He introduced me to everyone as his friend, which was fine. It was my first attendance at an Inauguration. The atmosphere was like a celebration and carnival. The crowd was happy and energetic. It wasn't till later in the day that I realized how mny people with tickets never got into their areas. I guess the biggest let down of the day was that many people never even made it to the Mall and never saw the event. The crowd was just that big. There was a gigantic mass of people, but it was a crowd with a positive attitude.

That evening, dressed in matching tuxedos, cherryboi and I attended an Inaugrual Ball at the Convention Center downtown. I am avoiding details to maintain some privacy, but I really enjoyed myself. It was a spectacular evening! The really strange thing was that we virtually knew no one there. Toward the end of the evening and older very dignified lady leaned in to me and told me, "what a wonderful couple you and your young man make...". I was, with a doubt, the hightlight of my evening:)

The evening ended at my place. cherryboi and I spooning in the dark. I know I was too exhausted to think of even trying to make a move....

Marine - update

Anyone who has read this Blog for a while remembers my luck in fucking a 100% genuine Marine. We kind of got introduced on Manhunt. We chatted for a while and hooked up a few times after our initial session that I wrote about. Through the summer last year, I just stopped hearing from him. I thought about it, but figured that he moved on or got transferred. Shit, I felt lucky that he had ever even been interested in hooking-up.

Last week, I got an e-mail from an unfamiliar e-mail address. I thought at first that it was one of the readers of this Blog. When I was going through e-mails over the weekend, I realized that it was from the Marine. In June, he was deployed to southern Afghanistan. I had no idea. Originally, it was supposed to be a short deployment but the situation has "deteriorated", so his deployment has been extended. Marine cautioned me that he was using a military computer for his e-mails and IM's. I can take a hint, so the communications have been very generic. This spectacular piece of ass at risk in Afghanistan drives home the total waste of wars. I am actually worried about him on some level.

Well, one thing led to another and today I am packing a care package for my Marine. After asking, he finally replied that he could use a computer game and some sunglasses. I checked some websites for some other ideas and I am adding personal hygiene products, Baby Wipes, TP and some snacks. I got some decent sunglasses at Target. No sexy pics of me:). I know this sounds very sappy, but I am feeling bad for the guy. His e-mails sounded kind of depressing.

I don't want any rants about what I am doing or the War. I have never been in the military. I never felt the call to join and, fortunately, there is no draft today. I do really appreciate what those man and women do for my personal safety. I also can't believe that some beautiful man that I enjoyed fucking is potentially gun fodder in a far away country.

So, the Marine and I are chatting again.... very generically for now. I am beating off thinking about how hot this guy is.

Saturday Morning Surprise

I hadn't been up long. Slept in and was banging around the house. Half cleaning up and half figuring out what to do for the day. There was a knock at my front door. I was expecting anyone. I grabbed a pair of sweats and headed to the front of the house. I looked out the window and standing there in the cold wearing blue jeans and wrapped in a pea coat was The Married Guy



Me: "Hey guy.", I said as I opened the door.

The Married Guy: "Good morning. I was in the neighborhood and had a little bite of time. Is it cool?", he said with a sheepish smile on his face.

Me: "Honestly, it would be a lot cooler if you had called first. No one is here, so come on in guy.", I said trying to hide a little irritation as I opened the door. It would have been a fucking disaster if cherryboi had been there, but that is another post.

The Married Guy: "I feel bad.", he said.

Me: "Don't!", I assured him. "I am glad to see you. Just call from down the block to be sure the coast is clear next time."

The Married Guy: "Ok. Good.", he said with a big smile of relief. "I just really need to get fucked..."

I led him upstairs to my unmade bed. I watched him hurriedly ripe his clothes off as I peeled my sweats and t-shirt off. I love to watch The Married Guy and I think he knows it. He occasionally flashed a look in my direction as he undressed. I am always amazed, when I see his body, just how really good he looks in his own skin. Today, he was a little more vulnerable which was very appealing. He was obviously uncomfortable having just knocked on my door unannounced, but relieved that it seemed Ok with me. I decided right off that I was in the driver's seat today. I walked over to him and cupped his ass with one hand and grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face toward me for a kiss with the other hand. He kissed right back and moved his body against me. He felt very good. He felted very smooth and warm. I guided him toward the bed and we went down on it together making out as we did.

I was totally erect and dripping precum already. The Married Guy is just that hot! I flipped him onto his stomach and kissed my way from his neck, down his back to the two beautiful round cheeks of his ass.

I dove right in. It had been too long since I had last munched on his tight married ass. It was fresh and clean with a slight hint of sweat. There was that familiar spicy taste. He reacted immediately and moaned slightly and shifted his hips. My tongue darted at his pucker and I could feel it flex and quiver at the touch of my tongue. I forced it open with the tip of my tongue and pushed some spit in too. He was mine now and I was in heaven with this morning treat. The more I ate the more he demonstrated that he was into it. The room was full of his groans and his "Oh My God's".

I reached into the stand by my bed for a condom and lube and fingered his ass with one hand as I fumbled wrapping my cock with the other hand. I put two big squirts of lube on my wrapped cock and worked it real good. I was rock hard and ready.

With one knee between his legs and one hand grabbing a cheek of his ass I pushed my cock into his crack and against his pucker. He bucked hard as I pushed in and penetrated him in one hard thrust. He is always very tight and the sensation of the tightness of his pucker and ass is always fantastic. I showed no mercy and let him adjust to me, while I continued to thrust in and out of him. I could feel my nuts smacking against him within a few thrusts and that sensation made my cock tingle too. He flexed around my cock adjusting and grunted in a mixture of discomfort and pleasure.

Me: "Is this what you wanted?". I grunted into his ear.

The Married Guy: "OH, YES!", he grunted back . "Fuck me. Just please fuck me."

I fucked him. With each thrust, I chose a different depth to penetrate him and re-entered at a slightly different angle. I was soon going in totally balls-deep. I settled into fucking him very hard almost totally pulling my cock out of him and ramming it balls-deep back into him.

I held his waist tightly and just fucked away at him. He bucked. He moaned. He cursed out load and he grunted out his pleasure. This went on for several long minutes. I was zoning in the sensation of his tight ass, when suddenly I felt his pucker clench around my cock and he screamed out, "I am cumming!". He clenched down hard on my cock 6 or 7 times and grabbed at the pillows at the top of the bed and then went limp. It was obvious that he had shot his load.

I continued to fucking away at him, but at this point he was expended. Even a few sharp smacks on his ass didn't wake him up.

I could feel my nut building and adjusted my thrusts to maximize the sensations of his ass along the shaft of my cock. Then I let loose a massive load and fell down on top of him.

We lay there for a few minutes until we both of us knew he had to go. I rolled over and watched him get up and move to the other side of the room, where his clothes were piled on a chair. He was covered with sweat and his cum. It glistened on his defined chest. I could feel my cock react as I watched him move.

Me: "You should jump into the shower, so that you are presentable.", I shot at him.

The Married Guy: "Is that cool?", he asks.

Me: "Yes. It is totally cool. I don't want any embarrassing questions to keep you from coming back.", I said.

I heard him in the bathroom and heard the water start to run. The shower door thumped as it closed. I realized that I wasn't done. I could see The Married Guy's lean firm body with water running off of it through the glass of the shower door. As I entered the shower he, he turned to face me and we kissed again. I had a raging hard-on. I gently pushed him down on his knees and fed him my cock. He eagerly engulfed my cock with his mouth and began to milk it. My hand held the back of his head and I thrusted forward to meet his mouth. The sensation of his mouth, the warm water and his hand working my nuts soon had me ready to explode.

Me: "I am cumming!", I grunted.

I felt him try to pull his head away. I instinctively pushed my cock deeper down his throat with my hand on his head and the thrusting of my hips. The Married Guy took my load in the shower. He gulped once and then again, but he swallowed every drop.

The Married Guy: "That was a big load.", he said with a slight cough.

I went to Church.......

cherryboi and I had plans to meet for Happy Hour and Dinner at the Busboys and Poets in Chinatown last Friday night. Almost exactly 6-months ago, cherryboi and I went to the Whitman-Walker Clinic in Dupont Circle. They offer free anonymous STD screening on Tuesdays and Thursdays each week. At that time, the counselor indicated that follow-up testing for me in 6-months was in order. I figured I'd surprise
cherryboi and get my follow-up test. There really is no reason for him to get re-tested. I am 101% positive that I am still the only guy nailing him. I just know.

Good news is that all the STD tests were negative. It took a little bit of finagling, but I got a printout of the results to put in an envelope. I had the same counselor and when I told him I wanted it for my BF, I think he remembered when cherryboi and I had been there before. He had a knowing smile on his face when he got up to make a copy. No name, but my ID number was on the page and guess who kept the ID card.

I handed the envelope to cherryboi over Dinner and got an even better reaction than I had hoped for from him. He had this totally loving look in his eyes topped off with a gigantic smile. His reaction made it totally worthwhile.

cherryboi: "I don't know what to say. I totally didn't expect you to do this. I wouldn't have been surprised if you never agreed to be tested again. This means you are keeping the promise you made at the beach."

Me: "Yes", holding my breath and hoping that he didn't want to have the same conversation we had at the beach again.

cherryboi: "This is so fantastic! Do you know how much I love you?"

Me: "I hope you know how I feel. It's corny saying I love you too."

Happy Hour became dinner which turned into desert and killing another bottle of wine. cherryboi was loose and in a good mood. I enjoyed watching him loosen up and be happy. I wanted him looser. We ended the evening back at my place. On the train back to the New York Avenue Station, I almost jumped out of my seat as I felt cherryboi grope my crotch. We held hands and walked slowly along M Street. We fucked all night passionately.

cherryboi and I spooned as we slept. The next morning I took his tight sticky hole again for a very fast and quick fuck. He was wide awake as I finished into him again and jumped up to shower and shave.

While I was showering, I heard cherryboi come into the bathroom. I thought for a minute that he was going to join me, but instead he sat down and started making small talk with me as I took my shower. One random statement led to another until he hit me with the point of why he came into the bathroom in the first place.

cherryboi: "Can I ask you to do something for me?"

Me: "Sure", I said with the hot water and steam of the shower all over me.

cherryboi: "Will you go to Mass with me this week? There is a 5;00PM Mass today and all day tomorrow."

Me: ...silence...

As background, I was born and raised as a Catholic. Attended Church off and on until college and I was on my own. After that, it was a special occasion, family event, wedding or a funeral that saw me in Church. cherryboi is the typical good little Catholic boy. I never comment, but I am certain that he goes to Mass every Sunday and I think he makes most Holy Days. He went to Catholic schools and was in the CYA as a teen. Church is important to him and in my humble opinion an additional source of confusion and guilt for him.

cherryboi: "You know that Church is important to me. It would mean a lot if you would come with me occasionally."

Thinking that I rarely seem to give a lot in this relationship and hearing in his voice that it was really important to him, I was setting in the pew beside cherryboi at 5:00PM Mass last Saturday. I am trying.

New Year's with cherryboi

cherryboi and I had originally agreed to go to a houseparty for New Year's before he left to visit his Family over Christmas. By New Year's eve, it was clear that he would be more comfortable doing something one-on-one or spending a quiet evening at home. So, I made dinner and he brought a salad and a bottle of wine and we had a very nice evening at home in each other's arms. By midnight, I had already fucked him once. He was spooning with me when we heard some fireworks outside in the neighborhood and clicked on the television to watch what was happening a Times Square.

One thing that I absolutely love is to have my cock sucked by a talented mouth. In the beginning, cherryboi was a passable cocksucker, but by no means expert. I am not complaining. He is young, sexy and has always been very eager to suck my cock. He has also always been very eager to see that I am enjoying it. All of this singularly and combined is very erotic, but in the end the head is usually ok and as often as not I am quick to flip him over and go at his ass.

I am relating this story not as a complaint, but as an illustration as to why I keep falling more and more for cherryboi. Right before Thanksgiving circumstances had me digging in the backpack that he is usually carrying wherever he goes. I came across a paperback book on the top of his backpack entitled - The Ultimate Guide to Fellatio: How to Go Down on a Man and Give Him Mind-Blowing Pleasure. It was so endearing! I was careful to put it at the bottom of the backpack and to go on as though I had never seen it.

The point of this story - well, cherryboi has been "practicing" over the last month or so - different positions, different techniques, more hand action, attempting to master throating my whole cock. The fact that he has been making such an effort is a real turn-on. I have been very encouraging and gently guiding him. I have not let that on I have any clue. It has all been just fucking hot! Who wouldn't be turned-on that his guy was making such an effort over his cock. New Year's Day early in the morning with fireworks going off outside, I received my first official mind-blowing blowjob from cherryboi.

I actually think he may have enjoyed it even more.

Finally D...

I had said I wouldn't, but I ended up going to work the Friday after Christmas to get ahead for the coming week. Originally, I had planned to take the whole week between Christmas and New Year's Day off, but that was not to be. I have really been unsettled lately and the worst kept secret at the company is that layoff's are on the horizon. Intellectually, I know that my job is probably OK for now. Emotionally, I am paranoid about being laid-off. I am lucky. I love what I do and get paid very well for it.

In my last post, I mentioned D. I haven't seen him on the Metro recently. We have played a little bit of phone-tag, since he gave me his card. I have called him and he has called me. Same with e-mails. I took a trip to Atlanta and there was Christmas in between. While I am sitting at my desk that afternoon, my cellphone rings and it is D. We had a nice chat and one thing led to another and I was headed to his place in upper NE DC.

D lives alone in a newer condo building a very short walk from a Metro Station north of me on the Red Line. Nice place with a contemporary-stainless steel-granite decor. He buzzed me up and when he met me at his door, he was wearing jeans and a tight white wife-beater tee. He carried himself like a guy comfortable in his own skin and it was HOT! As he showed me in, he took my coat and neatly hung it in a nearby closet. The message was pretty clear. He planned on me being there for a while.

We sat down and began chatting and flirting and as we did we began to work on a bottle of red wine. I like D. He is engaging and has a quick wit. He is also incredibly handsome and very well put together. A 28-yo white all-American boy-next-door type. He is about 6'1" 180 pounds with hazel-green eyes and brown hair. He is lean, worked out with just enough hair in the right places. He looks remarkably like this new Sean Cody model - Ben:



D is older, but they could easily be Brothers. We sat there sipping wine and chatting and we both knew that I was going to fuck him and it was electric!

This was a different kind of hook-up. There was no rush and we instantly seemed to have a rapport. I'd probably been there like an hour, when our banter got back to why I was there. D was not bashful about his sexual preferences. With an earnest look on his face, he matter-of-factly tells me he is a total bottom fag with a daddy-thing. His presentation was so utterly direct, I was almost stunned by it. Then he goes on to tell me very directly that he has only one concern about hooking-up with me. At this point, he had my total attention. "What is that?", I ask. "Well, I have noticed you checking me out and I just want to be clear. I won't top you.", he tells me. I gave a slight chuckle at that and quickly said, "You are the one getting fucked this evening."

With that I put my wine glass on the table and got up and headed toward his bedroom. Without even looking back at him I said, "Follow me!" I entered the bedroom and turned away from the bed and slowly and deliberately began to disrobe. Again without looking at D, I told him, "Get undressed and get on the bed!" When I turned toward the bed, I was instantly stunned. D was exquisite looking lying there on his bed nude and aroused. As hot, if not hotter, than the pic of Ben above. I also instantly understood why he had said what he had said in the living room. He was clearly fully aroused and he literally had the biggest cock I had ever seen. In a split second, I calculated that he had to be more than 9", if not more than 10" and thick. It was uncut and appeared even bigger sticking up from his narrow waist. I also resolved in the same split second to act as though there was nothing out of the ordinary and to pretend that it was nothing more than an average endowment.


I crawled onto the bed beside him and aggressively kissed him. He kissed back and with that we were off. Slowly and deliberately, I kissed him, I groped him, I enjoyed his body and then finally without warning I forcefully grabbed his head by his thick brown hair and forced his head to my crotch and told him to, "Suck my cock!". He devoured my cock. He licked me, sucked me and slurped my cock like the total bottom fag he said he was. His eagerness told me that he wanted it badly. As D continued to devour my cock, I reached for his hips to pull him closer to me so that I could get as his ass. His ass was perfectly matched to the rest of his body. It was smooth, round and tight. He was freshly showered and smelled of soap. I grabbed a meaty cheek with each hand and spread them wide, so that I could tongue his tight little pinkish hole. He was totally hardwired to his ass. I could feel him squirm and react to the probing of my tongue as it flicked his hole and pushed into him. He had a mild peppery-sweet taste and I was totally lost in the moment of munching on his firm young ass. The more I ate him the more aggressively he devoured my cock and sucked on my balls. I was in a zone of sensory overload from the sensations of getting my cock and balls sucked and the joys of eating his ass. I was reaching a point of no return.

I had purposely ignored D's crotch and decided to finish what I had started in the same way. I flipped him over onto his stomach and reached for a condom on the table beside the bed. As I opened the package and wrapped my cock, he laid motionless with his face buried in the pillows. With one hand on his shoulder blades and the other hand pushing his legs apart, I moved his left leg up and off to his side and mounted his meaty ass and hips. I worked my hard cock into his wet crack and found his hole. I pushed at his pucker, but he was tight. I worked his crack some more with my cock and then pushed against his pucker again. For a moment, I was afraid this was going to be a bigger challenge than I had thought. I added some lube to my spit and went in for another assault at his hole. I pushed hard and forced the head of my cock in. I felt his stiff pucker give way around the head of my cock. I heard D gasp out with a loud guttural "FUCK!" and I forced more of my cock deeper into him. I began to thrust slowly and move my hips. With each deeper thrust, I forced more of me into him. At this point, the room was filled with "FUCK's" and "YES's" coming from D, as he adjusted to my cock deep inside him and took it.

I had about 5 minutes of good fucking in me. The blowjob earlier had me fired-up and the tightness of D's ass was intense around my cock. He literally milked my cock as I fucked him. I did my very best to hold back and alternated my thrusts to make it last, but I lost out to the intensity of being buried in his tight ass and the sounds of pleasure he was making from it. As I neared the point of no return, I felt his hand move to my ass and push me into him. I yelled out, "I am cumming!" and he grunted out, "Yes, give it to me!". I finished and fell onto him and we laid there together exhausted for a few minutes.

I got up and made my way to D's shower to rinse off. As the water poured down on me and I processed what had just happened, I heard him enter the bathroom. I thought he would join me and when he didn't I ordered him, "Get in here and suck my cock!". He entered and was on his knees in front of me in a flash. As he eagerly engulfed my cock again, I watched him from above work my cock and stroke his magnificent cock. In a matter of minutes, I was feeding D my second load of the day and watching him shoot streams of cum all over the shower floor.

More playing, more chatting and I eventually was headed to the door to leave. As I put my coat on at the door, D put his arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, "Come back, please?". I'll will be back!

He is walking around with an ass full of my cum today.......

As I said in a previous post, I really missed cherryboi over the last few weeks. We spoke every day and sometimes more than once, but it's not the same as seeing his pretty face light-up when we are together. He has been back and we spent the last 5 days together before he left again yesterday to spend Thanksgiving with his family. I sent him home to his Mother with an ass full of my cum. I am sure she won't have a clue. cherryboi plays the straight young son very well apparently and the saga goes on.

Blogging is a tough thing. Originally, I started this Blog because I didn't know anyone in DC and was dealing with the abundance of opportunities that seemed to present themselves for connections in this town. For me, DC has been pretty much a sexual smörgåsbord. Almost from day one, there has been a chance to get-off or get laid whenever I was really looking for one. I have even had a lot of chances when I wasn't looking. I have written about some of these and not written about others. Sometimes I have struggled with what to write and what not to write. I have even written about a few things that I regretted writing about later. I look at that as part of sharing. Some of you read this Blog for the sex and the hook-up stories and I know from e-mails that some of you read it becaise you seem to be interested in me and my life too.

So that brings me to what really are two different points that I wanted to make: 1) Some times I am not making updates to this Blog because I am struggling with what to write and what not to write and I am torn about it. Should I just post the hot encounters that I have or should this Blog be a dairy of every time I have sex? I have struggled with this and don't have the answer yet. 2) Feelings? Do I post about what and how I feel or should this Blog just be a chronicle of how and where I shoot my load? I am working my way through these conflicts.

So, here are some feelings. cherryboi has become very important to me. I feel myself headed down a road that I was actively attempting to avoid. It just feels good when we are together. The problems: 1) He is still very closeted. My friends know him and he is part of my life at my place, but I am just a "friend" in his life. He plays straight. This isn't a complaint. It is really a concern. If he isn't totally comfortable in his own skin am I foolish to try to build something with him? 2) I am 40. He is 26. WTF does this beautiful young man want with me?

Happy Thansgiving to all! I am preparing to go to a get-together at my friend "Dan"'s house.

Been away for a while....

I am fine. I still have a job. I can say that has been touch-and-go recently. The balance in my retirement accounts tells me that I am going to be working somewhere a long time. But, things are good, I have a job!

I have hardly seen cherryboi in more than 6 weeks. At the beginning of October, he headed back to his Congressman's district to work on the campaign. The election was apparently suddenly close. Good news is that the Congressman won re-election. Bad news is that I really really miss him. This is something I have only come to actively recognize the last few weeks. We speak every day, but I miss him. So the saga of cherryboi goes on, more later.

The Cop only left a few hours ago. I got home late on Friday and crashed early. Around 3AM, my phone rings and it is The Cop. "Can I come over after my shift ends?", he asks. "Yeah", I say. "The door will be unlocked.".

I woke up early this AM to a very sensuous massage and blowjob. It was long and easy. He worked my shoulders a while and then sucked me for a few minutes. He moved to another body part and the cycle went on until I blew a big creamy load all over his scruffy face. I fell back asleep and woke up a few hours later to find this perfectly formed man freshly-showered sleeping beside me. I have always been amazed a my luck in finding The Cop. He is all man. He is 100% prime beef. Each part of his body is perfectly formed and defined. For some reason he keeps coming back and he is completely submissive with me. I have learned over time that I can have him anyway I want. It is unsaid, but never resisted. He submits to everything I want to do. This morning we fucked and sucked and fucked some more. Afterwards, I made a small brunch for us to eat and then he left. Damn, I hope he calls again!

I had something really nice happen on the Metro Friday morning. I got on the train at the New York Avenue Station and immediately noticed that K was on the same car. This has been happening again lately. I quickly put my iPod ear buds in and tried to zone. And, I noticed Him. You know how some guys just look incredibly good in their jeans? I noticed Him several weeks ago. On Friday's, he wears jeans that just hang on him perfectly. You can see the definition of his calves and the firmness of his tight bubble butt. It's also impossible to miss his package hanging there. He has caught me looking I know, so yesterday I was more discreet in my glances. So, I rode downtown trying to ignore K and not glare at His crotch. At Gallery Place, the doors opened and He moved closer to me as he moved toward the doors to exit. When he was right beside me, he leaned in and said, "Hello, my name is D" and handed me a card. I am waiting for a return call....

Gareth Redux Pt. 2

Gareth and I had a lot of sex. We had a lot of great sex. We had sexy virtually everyday we were together. We fell into a real nice rhythm. I had several days of meetings in Munich. I'd leave in the morning and return early in the afternoon to find Gareth waiting in the room with a plan for the evening and a suggestion on where to eat. We would go see or do some tourist thing or just walk around the city from platz to platz. I have been to Munich before. I have gotten very used to traveling alone, but it was so nice to not be alone and to see things through another's eyes and to just have company. He was really great company too. It was really comfortable between us very quickly. We talked about everything.

Each night, we would come back to the room and have passionate sex. Gareth is a total bottom, but not submissive in any way. He likes to be fucked and luvs cock, but always preferred to be on top riding my cock. I remembered that this was how we fucked last year and soon realized it was his preference. He was often aggressive during sex about wanting to end up riding my cock. I was happy to accommodate. Unlike a lot of bottoms, he has a talent for controlling and flexing his ass. He would use his ass to almost massage me to orgasm. He is an incredibly well built and handsome young man. I enjoyed lying back having my cock milked by his tight ass while I enjoyed his body with my hands. I quickly learned that he was hard-wired to his small brown nipples. I would work his nipples and almost be able to control how he rode my cock with them. It was erotic and very hot. The after sex was comfortable and lingering. We often went at it all night. The lingering memory of cuddling with him and sleeping against him was how fresh and good he smelled. One day, I finally asked him about his scent and he laughed in his English-way and said it was his soap. He uses this sandalwood soap that he "got at home", as he would say.

We made our way from Munich to Firenze and then on to Rome. We kept up the same rhythm of me working, sight-seeing, dinner and fucking. I started to feel real guilty because he seemed to be staying in the room all day, when I had work meetings etc. One day as I was preparing to leave I said, "Go out and have some fun. You are in Rome." He smiled the most endearing smile and softly replied, "I am have a great time with you, Mate."

As quickly as we were meeting up in Frankfurt, I was standing in Rome's Leonard da Vinci Airport trying to figure out how to say goodbye. I had too good of a time with Gareth. It was too comfortable and I almost ached that we were parting again. He was emotional too. It wasn't my imagination. He had a hard time evening talking or looking at me. We hugged hard. We kissed a few times. I made him promise to think about a trip to the States. He made me promise to work hard on getting a client in England. I whimsically thought about how nice it would be to have him come home with me.....

Gareth Redux Pt. 1

As I Blogged earlier, I was in Europe from August 8th through August 27th, mostly in Germany and Italy. It was a work trip again this year. I have two projects at work that are European-based. I started planning the trip in June and immediately starting maneuvering by e-mail to meet up with Gareth while I was there.

If you have been reading this Blog for a while, you will remember that Gareth is the major fucking hot English lad that I met on a train to Milan last year. We spent two days and nights together in Milan and I have always regretted that it wasn't long. We have gone back and forth by e-mail since last year and chatted about him visiting the US, but that never happened. Gareth was anxious to meet up and had the entire month of August open. So Saturday, August 8th, as I came out of Customs at Franfurt International Airport, a tall, tanned and and handsome Gareth was standing in the crowd wearing a great big smile.

He greeted me very affectionately and we shared a few long lingering kisses. I had an instant charge from how warm his welcome was and I was really glad to see him. He was every bite as hot as the first time I glimpsed him on the train platform. He hadn't changed at all. He was still a hottie with a tight-fitting polo shirt and khaki slacks accenting his broad shoulders and "british" prep look. We fell in together and headed to the S-Bahn to catch a train to Frankfurt Central Train Station - Frankfurt (Main) Hbf. By the time we were seated on the S-Bahn, it was almost like we had never parted ways in Milan last year. 20 minutes later, we were eye'ing each other while we waited in line to by tickets to Munich. An hour after that, we were locked in the WC as the train rolled toward Munich and I pounded Gareth's tight ass. I was embarassed how fast I shot my load in his ass. The condom didn't reduce the sensation of his tight hole and round ass against me. Immediately, I got on my knees to finish him off. I couldn't resist his magnificent uncut cock. He didn't last long either. I could feel his hands come to the back of my head and I could hear his breathing get deeper and soon I had a mouthful of creamy salty cum. I don't suck cock that often. I am not sure thsat I am any good at it and most bottoms seem to want cock in their assess more than head. I couldn't resist the chance this time. I stood up and started to kiss Gareth. He was shocked that my mouth was still full with his load. As we kissed, I pushed part of his load into his mouth. It was very intimate and hot! Tasting of him, I think we kissed and savored his seed longer than we fucked

End of Part 1.

A Really Nice Sleepover

I heard from The Married Guy last week that his wife would be out of town over Labor Day Weekend. I haven't hooked up with him in a long while. I enjoy The Married Guy both in and out of bed. He is a very engaging and outgoing guy. He has this boyish charm that verges on cockiness. I'd be crazy not to want to fuck him and at the same time I enjoy just hanging with him and watching a soccer game too. He wanted to drop by on Saturday or Sunday and I chose Sunday.

He was at my door promptly at 7:00PM. He was dressed in a pair of tan cargo shorts and a Washington Nationals t-shirt and was carrying a six-pack of beer. I let him in and as I turned from closing the door, I was met with a deep passionate kiss. Clearly, The Married Guy seemed to have missed me too. I guess I reacted in some way, because he was quick to ask if everything was "OK?" I assured him everything was more than OK.

Clothes were off and we were in my room in no time. The Married Guy is a great kisser and we made out and groped at each other for a long time. During a brief break, he asked if he could spend the night. This was a first and took me by complete surprise, but I was quick to say yes. The Married Guy has this very appealing body. I love to watch him and I am always amazed by the combination of leanness and muscle definition. He is firm and smooth and soft against me and it feels good. I sucked on his nipples and licked his abs and worked my way down to his cock. He was freshly showered and smelled good. Being a little aggressive, I flipped him over on his stomach and went at his round smooth ass. He was very clean and had a sweet spicy taste. From the noises he made and the way his body reacted, I could tell he was into how I was rimming and eating his ass. I have eaten him occasionally in the past, but this time we had plenty of time and I took full advantage of the opportunity to make every muscle in his legs and on his taunt back twitch. He started to groan and murmured, "Fuck me." I kept eating. Then he more loudly asked me to, "Please fuck me!" I kept eating. Finally, he started to beg me, "Please fuck me! Oh, please fuck me!" I couldn't resist any longer, so I put on a condom and slowly started to work my cock into his ass using only my spit as lube. He is always very tight and it took a while to work the head of my cock in past his pucker, but the sensation of his tightness on my cock was well worth the effort. I could feel him adjusting as I worked in deeper with each thrust. Soon, I was balls deep in his ass. I let him adjust to the full length and girth of my cock and then I started a slowly fuck him. By this point, we both were covered in sweat. We went at it for a while with me mounting him from behind. Then I flipped him on his back and drug him to the edge of the bed, so I could really pound his ass. Now I was in a zone, but as I finished the look on his face told me that he was loving it and the hand full of jizz I had from stroking him was proof that he was satisfied.

We fucked again before we fell asleep wrapped around each other. And, we fucked again before I made some breakfast for us the next morning. It was a really nice sleepover.

I got a text message from The Married Guy asking if we could do it again soon. What do you think I replied?

Posers - Go to Hell!

A lazy Saturday. cherryboi is out-of-town. We haven't actually seen each other for almost 3 weeks between his political shit back in the Congressman's district and the political convention and my more than two weeks in Germany and Italy. I will try to write about my trip soon. I have been on the run most of this month. I don't even have the much energy to look for some head or ass this afternoon.

This is redundant, but posers on-line are really bizarre to me. As anyone who reads this Blog knows, when I am bored and/or cherryboi isn't around I am usually cruising for sex. A few weeks ago I was on Manhunt, when I got chatted up by guy. Nothing too out of the ordinary about that. His profile was bare and he had no pics. There are a lot of profiles on Manhunt with no pics. It usually means the guy is married or a kid playing around - just my experience. Well after a few weeks of back and forth, the guy e-mails me a pic. I am impressed.

Since he now had my e-mail, he started to IM me on a regular basis. As always, I am a sucker for an eager bottom and I love to hear how good my cock looks. One thing leads to another and the guy announces that his wife is out of town this weekend. Long story short, he was supposed to call at 4:00PM today. Needless to say, he was a no show/no call. I checked his Manhunt profile a few minutes ago and it was deleted. His e-mail is now bouncing back too.

It is just utterly unbelievable the extent that these posers go. Why waste their time, not to mention everyone else's? I hope he has blisters from working himself.

Drumroll, Please - Test Results

I blurted out the offer to get tested from a combination of feeling cornered and fear. Admitting that, it was a sincere offer, though, and I fully intended to get tested with cherryboi as soon as we returned from the Outer Banks. cherryboi didn't bring it up again and schedules and travel for both of us got in the way. Soon 2 weeks had passed and we were into the 3rd week. On one of our regular nightly conversations, I mentioned to cherryboi that I was going to the Clinic to get tested the next day.

Immediately, the lawyer/political operative part of cherryboi's personality kicked in. Even the tone of his voice changed as he informed me, "I called and we have to go together to get tested and counseled to get our results at the same time."

Me: "You called and checked this out?"

cherryboi: "Yeah, I called the day after we got back from the beach and we have to go together to get tested and counseled to get our results at the same time."

Me: "Why didn't you say anything before now?"

cherryboi: "I thought you might have changed your mind."

Me: "I didn't change my mind. I almost went and surprised you. When do we go?"

We went together the Thursday before the 4TH of July. We both left work early and had no trouble getting into the Clinic for testing. We were in an out in about an hour. It was tremendously important to cherryboi. He showed it in his attitude, his body language and how tightly he insisted on holding my hand while we waited on the wooden benches at the Clinic.

The Results - we a both HIV-negative. This was not a surprise for me, but it was a noticeable relief to cherryboi. I promised him to return in 6 months as advised by the counselor. He must have professed his love for me a half a dozen times through the rest of the day. He also made a big deal out of thanking me while we were riding the Metro back to New York Avenue.

When we got back to my place, I was introduced to a totally new side of cherryboi - the aggressive bottom. It was straightforward and totally out of left field. As I reclined in a chair reading my Blackberry, he brought me a drink, stood in front of me and stripped all his clothes off, knelt and pulled my cock out of my pants and proceeded to suck me. It didn't take long for him to get me rock hard. Then he was all over me. While rubbing his tight young ass on my cock, he straddled my lap and tugged my shirt off and we began to make out.

With only his spit and my precum as lube, he soon had worked his tight ass around my cock. I know that it hurt him, but the friction from his tight ass on my cock was perfect. I could feel his tight little smooth ass against my thighs, against my balls and riding up against my cock as he ground himself against me. At the same time, he was passionately sucking my face and whispering complements into my ear about how much he liked and enjoyed my cock. The boy was fucking me and I liked it! Up to this moment, I had always fucked him. In no time, I was in the zone and realized that soon I wouldn't be able to stop myself from shooting my load into him. I whispered to him to slow down for a minute and he said, "No, I want your load in me now!" And with that it was! Six or seven large spurts and I was spent. It was a powerful orgasm from the friction and the eroticism of cherryboi being aggressive.

He continued to kiss me passionately and express his love for me and my seed. My cum as lube had enabled him to take more of me. I was balls-deep in his incredible ass. He started to work his hips and slide up and down on me. The stimulation from my cum and his tight ass around my cock kept me fairly hard. He rode me for a while. We would make out for a while and he would ride me for a while again. In between, we had snippets of a conversation and it was clear that he was now much more comfortable being my cumhole. His words. And with that, he began to encourage me for another load. Not much encouragement was require. This beautiful young man riding my cock and pleading for me to seed his ass, was more than enough encouragement. Soon more of my cum was swimming in his guts and his cum was all over my stomach and chest.

Later that night I had my cumhole again for a third load. This time I was the aggressor and I took the boy to show him he was mine.

Things are good right now! As I blogged before, I am not good at the dynamics of a relationship and I am working on that. For those of you blasting me for abusing cherryboi, I am seriously trying not to abuse him. He met me on a Craigslist post. He knew I was out there fucking, because he came to my house to get fucked. I was worried that it would become a choice between us and sex at some point, but apparently that won't happen for now. I made promises to cherryboi and I plan to keep them.

Will I continue to fuck? Hell yeah, I will. When I have cherryboi, I'll fuck him. When I am horny and he is not available, I'll look around and see what opportunities present themselves. For perspective, I think cherryboi needs to get out there and get fucked. I doubt a future with me as the only cock he ever takes. Right now, he totally dismisses that. He won't feel that way forever. So, should I give up sex now only to discover that this beautiful young man discovers the joys of being a hot young bottom in the future? No, I don't want him to resent me anymore than I want to resent him. If I am lucky, he does really love me. If this is a mature lasting relationship, one day when I have him bent over and I sense that he is now reacting differently to being fucked because the last guy in had a different style I will enjoy the variety and not feel threatened. I don't want cherryboi to be threatened by any of my hook-ups. I am 39, soon to be 40. cherryboi is 26. We are in different places in the journey of life. I don't want to be a bitter old Queen, because I lost a younger partner. I am trying to be realistic about a relationship with a young closeted gay man finding his way.